2002-08-26 - 6:08 PM

My world is quickly filling up like the top of a fresh wound. I am drowning and I like it. My day has been full of unimaginative Muppets done by a zombie Jim Henson, glossy magazine and stale glue poetry, hurried monkeys who have picked the locks of their cages, podiums and glass eyes, inked over flesh, completely random and disconected processes of thought, sparks of interest and bonfires of insight, fakeness, falseness, productivity of the most annoying sort, and headaches. I'm too exhausted to contemplate tomorrow.